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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As ye came from the Holy Land</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AS ye came from the holy land <br> Of Walsinghame, <br>Met you not with my true love <br> By the way as you came? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How should I know your true love, <br> That have met many a one <br>As I came from the holy land, <br> That have come, that have gone? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is neither white nor brown, <br> But as the heavens fair; <br>There is none hath her form divine <br> In the earth or the air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such a one did I meet, good sir, <br> Such an angelic face, <br>Who like a nymph, like a queen, did appear <br> In her gait, in her grace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hath left me here alone <br> All alone, as unknown, <br>Who sometime did me lead with herself, <br> And me loved as her own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What 's the cause that she leaves you alone <br> And a new way doth take, <br>That sometime did love you as her own, <br> And her joy did you make? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have loved her all my youth, <br> But now am old, as you see: <br>Love likes not the falling fruit, <br> Nor the withered tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Know that Love is a careless child, <br> And forgets promise past: <br>He is blind, he is deaf when he list, <br> And in faith never fast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His desire is a dureless content, <br> And a trustless joy; <br>He is won with a world of despair, <br> And is lost with a toy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of womenkind such indeed is the love, <br> Or the word love abused, <br>Under which many childish desires <br> And conceits are excused. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But true love is a durable fire, <br> In the mind ever burning, <br>Never sick, never dead, never cold, <br> From itself never turning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous">Anonymous</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345537" data-title="As ye came from the Holy Land de Anonymous" data-description="AS ye came from the holy land Of Walsinghame, Met you not with my true love By the way as you came? How should I know your true love, That have met many a one As I came from the holy lan..."></div> </div> </div>
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